After our boat trip on the canal, Kellie and I did traditional tourist things such as visit museums and the Anne Frank house, and checked out the other canals. In the evening we visited a “coffee shop” like gawking tourists to see what selling marijuana was like in a place where it was legal. Of course, it was legal in California now too, but Amsterdam was known for its legalization of many vices, including marijuana and prostitution.
I was a bit relieved that Kellie didn’t want to buy any weed. She seemed to be living life full throttle on this trip, but I wasn’t sure getting her stoned would be a good idea. Later, we visited the Red Light District. It was odd to hear all the tapping on the windows by the ladies selling themselves.
“Are you tempted?” Kellie asked me with a smirk as we walked along the street.
“No. Are you?” I joked back.
“No. But there’s a sex toy shop. Maybe we should check that out.”
I didn’t need toys to get off with Kellie. Each time I was with her, my orgasms were furious and hard. Dealing with a toy would likely only get in my way. Of course, if she wanted a toy, I’d get her one. But like the coffeeshop, she seemed mostly curious. She wanted to see what was there, but didn’t have a desire to buy. Thank God, because one dildo she held up was significantly bigger than me. I wasn’t a small man in the dick area, but I couldn’t compete with that twelve-inch monstrosity.
As the night wore on, I had to concede that being on vacation was nice. I couldn’t remember having been on one for a long time. Or maybe it wasn’t the vacation but the woman. Walking and talking with Kellie was a joy. We laughed and talked in a way that felt free and loose. At home, I had very little down time, which was how I organized my life. I
had goals and was focused on reaching them. Vacations and off time just slowed me down.
But I wouldn’t deny that this week with Kellie was something I was grateful that I didn’t miss. I was glad that gave into it and allowed myself to simply be and enjoy. The only problem was that when we got home, we had to go back to how things were, and I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to do that. How could I look at Kellie and not think about her radiant smile, her musical laugh, and yes, her sexy body that I couldn’t seem to get enough of? But I pushed that concern away. It would be here soon enough with only a few days left and I didn’t want to waste it ruminating about when it was over.
That night, the sex was as satisfying and mind-blowing as before. The next day, I wanted to stay and bed and just touch her over and over, but we were in Amsterdam, and I couldn’t deny her the sights of the city especially since she seemed clear that travel wasn’t in her future. So, we rented bikes and toured the city, visiting parks and more museums. That night, we had a lovely dinner along the canal, and again, spent the night in each other’s arms. There was something sweet about falling asleep next to her and waking with her nestled next to me. It had only been a couple of days, but I was quickly becoming used to it.
The next morning, we were on a train to Paris. The city of lights. A city of romance. But I was feeling maudlin. I kicked myself for being so resistant to her in the beginning because now that we were nearing the end of our trip, I hadn’t had enough of her. Nowhere near enough. But in a couple of days, we’d be flying back to San Diego, and all this week would be relegated to my memories. I’d have to be happy with conjuring up the magnificent orgasms she gave me when I was jerking off in the shower alone.
On the train, I pulled her close to me, willing my body and soul to get its fill. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I wondered if she was feeling the same way that I was.
“Have you seen as much as you’d like to see?” I asked her, brushing my lips over her head.
“It’s been a whirlwind. I’ve seen more than I expected to. Just being here has been more than I expected. I’m so grateful for the opportunity.” She tilted her head up and smiled.
I managed a smile back, but I wasn’t feeling very happy. “Are there places you’d like to see?”
“Here in France?”
“Anywhere. If you could travel anywhere, where would you like to go?” It was probably cruel to ask, but I had to talk to her about everything before we got back and I could only talk to her about spreadsheets and sales reports.
She settled her head back on my shoulder. “I don’t know. There’s more of all the places we’ve already been that I’d like to see. What about you?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I never really thought about traveling before.”
She looked up again and made a face at me.
“What?” I asked, amused by her response.
“You have all this money, but what good is it if you don’t use it to enrich your life? Why are you working so hard to expand the business? So you can work hard some more? Or do you want to have the time and freedom to really live?”
I swallowed and looked out the window. I didn’t have an answer and I didn’t like how unsettled that made me feel.
She was quiet for a minute. “I’ve heard Thailand is really pretty. It supposedly has great beaches.”
“Thailand? I’ve heard it’s nice there too,” I said. I had an image of her in the green bikini walking along the Thai coastline. I could envision her tasting the cuisine, immersing herself in the culture, as she’d done on this trip. I could practically taste what it would be like to be there with her, enjoying life. Laughing. Making love. God, nothing had ever seemed so appealing than experiencing the world with her.
At the train station in Paris, a driver Christian sent met us and drove us to a five-star hotel along the Seine.
“Monsieur LaMont’s home is having some work done and isn’t in a state to stay,” the driver said as he pulled up to the hotel. “But you’ll have everything you need here.”
“Thank you,” I said. I really owed a lot to Christian. Not just the deal, but this trip and a moment to not be Ryan the businessman, but instead, be Ryan a man.
We were welcomed by the staff of the hotel and whisked up to a suite with floor to ceiling windows with a sweeping view of the city.
“Do you want to rest?” I asked Kellie when we were left alone. “According to this itinerary, we have a few hours before we need to be at our dinner reservation.”